raging with each heartbeat

raging with each heartbeat

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


raging with each heartbeat

 

 

tantrums 

of ripping out pages of my life

lighter fluid splattered

on the days to forget

the burning memories 

charcoal briquettes 

engaged in battle

the flames rise higher 

than my aptitude

 

for reasoning love 

and spelunking the darkest 

intimacy

 

that caused me to disdain the moon

see the reflection on the pond's glass night

 

and finally understand 

why the tips of the blaze

color themselves blue,

 

smile, while

counting the pages

with me.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/19/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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dear Jacob… I actually went Spelunking in natural Caves in West Virginia at age 19 with a group of experienced Adventurers… our Guide who taught Biology at College took us to his family land in WVa and we stayed in a Cabin. We let ourselves down on Ropes into a Tunnel. We finally reached a natural Lake where Bats flew above. I never shared this story with my Son Robert… although when he was 19 yrs old he was friends with a family that had a Cabin in another part of WVa… and they went Spelunking and swam underwater to another Cave. They knew their way out. Since I was born bear the Coal mines in WVa… it is Mysterious that my Son would repeat my Adventure. I was raised I. Maryland and I raised my Son in Virginia and my daughter as well … we are still in Virginia. Spelunking is a lost Art… but it has helped me to have a much broader understanding of the World in general. gently, Pat

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

Twilight Zone, Pat.
both with the same experience, one not too many get to have.
Patricia Wedel

11 Months Ago

Yes, so true Jacob… I do much prefer my adventures in 1959 when my friend from Takoma Academy in M.. read more
your poetry is always a pleasure to read.. I rarely leave with out a smile of some kind.. I see I missed your birthday..I am sorry.. seems I have been missing a lot of things lately.. but my happy birthday wish is no less heartfelt for the delay in delivery.. may you have as many more as you desire..

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the wishes, and your kind words on the poem, olla,
j.
Wow, very powerful here. Love this line especially, "spelunking the darkest intimacy"

I can feel the frustration and release, emotions of each on the pages of a heart. Nice!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words, Seriana,
j.
Another amazing work from a prolific artist. You inspire me with your words, Jacob. Each poem reflects the care, love, and thoughtfulness you put into your art. And it is a joy to read them. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Carlos,
j.
I loved the complete poem. I felt the energy and the drive in the words. The statements are honest and true. Jacob, you bled emotions to paper. Us, who love to write. We will remember the blessings of love. Even the painful ones, hurt less. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

12 Months Ago

You are welcome my friend.
Spilt milk is never more than that. The imagery here is great, but the spirit transmitted is that of futility. "If only" are the two saddest words in the English language.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I know, I have to improve the spirit...damn those "what if's"---
Thank you, John.
j.
I love how you burst onto the page and rage moves us to the fire. Then a small change of heart occurs as the writer sees the blue tips of the flame. So subtle and effective.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Cherrie,
j.
"the tips of the blaze color themselves blue" is
indeed a symbol of melancholy muse. Some lives are filled with
unfulfilled dreams... and poets become a legend for all time
to color our lives in bouquets of love. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.
Dear Diary, why the hell did you let me write those intimate words knowing at a later date they would come back to bite me on the a*s. Dear diary, I have this burning ambition, would you like to be part of it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i think the diary would say yes.

thank you, Paul,
j.
aging and lost love... painful raging memories turning the heart into flames of yearning and blue, still it's the inspiration of words. powerful intense poem my friend, felt strongly in the heart.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, lightsong.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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